Putting it out into the Universe
My roommate went on a walk last night brought home a plaque. He’d been walking past a house with a sign out front urging passers-by to take a sign. Even before Covid I’d been used to seeing Little Library or Corner Pantry or other pop-ups. Whenever I visited a friend who once lived in Charlottesville, VA there was a neighbor who had an outreach of original poems. She’d compose them and copy them and have out front in a Plexiglas container for people to take. It was a way to get her work out there and be a blessing. Recently I’ve had a run of acceptances. An essay taken by Quananzine, a humorous story by Funny Pearls also out of the UK, a flash in SCBWI-IL Prairie Wind, and another flash in Teach. Write. In addition, my daughter had something appear in Coffin Bell. In nearly all these instances neither of us were paid or offered payment. I’m beginning to see what I do as the equivalent as the workshop guy or poem lady. I’ve written here before—or should I say whined—about t...
